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Move (Explicit) - Kodak Black/G Thugg
Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Tyron Douglas
Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Tyron Douglas
Produced by：Buddah Bless
Hit 'em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat
Ayy big racks havin' that
Ricks ain't gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat' ooh
Yeah fuck the bitch have her mad
Paddy-wack nigga diss got 'em whacked move
Trackhawk the Hellcat bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy automatic tool
Yeah fifty drums a hundred guns
Bitch you tryna fuck me or somethin'?
Hope you know what you comin' for to do
Put it like this niggas ain't on shit unless they with they crew
Look at my bitch and she even got way more heart than they do
Buddah blessed this beat he sent it to me then I blessed it too
Nigga mention me threaten me drop check instantly
Soon as the text got through
Track' is a quarter of this 'Rari truck already ordered it niggas are late
Gotta feel a G6 from the safe today safe to say shit ain't safe
Talkin' money I ain't heard nothin' baby talk
Fuck niggas keep runnin' you finna get to see your baby walk
Big old stepper can't stand me fuckin' a super on FAU campus
Go with your move I counter it
Wipin' shit so much I switch out the oxygen run a bit ayy
Bad lil' bitch ain't cuttin' no check
Don't ask for shit this all you gon' get
Ain't had a bitch that made me moan
Ayy big racks havin' that
Ricks ain't gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat' ooh
Yeah fuck the bitch have her mad
Paddy-wack nigga diss got 'em whacked move
Trackhawk the Hellcat bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy automatic tool
Yeah fifty drums a hundred guns
Bitch you tryna fuck me or somethin'?
Hope you know what you comin' for to do
Broke up with my bitch she know what she did
I caught her drinkin' my lean
I been up three days straight I ain't even been chasin' my dream
I got the infrared beam boy they green I keep the Snipes on routine
Cute bitch eat all my Kids Cuisine I think she like makin' me fiend
I propose on my two feet
But I ain't gon' get on my knee won't bow down either
You ain't gotta bow down to me 'cause baby we kings and queen
Ain't losin' this bitch I put voodoo on her ring and a tracker
Now you Sniper Gang sign this contract baby fuck a pastor
I'm 'bout to cut my dog off he got on my last nerve
Dirty ass I'm finna get his ass murked he took the last Perc'
If it's up to me you already know I'd walk
Keep standin' on business I gotta drop one
Nick-nack-paddy-wack get his ass gone
I'm headed back home 'bout to give her that bone
Ayy big racks havin' that
Ricks ain't gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat' ooh
Yeah fuck the bitch have her mad
Paddy-wack nigga diss got 'em whacked move
Trackhawk the Hellcat bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy automatic tool
Yeah fifty drums a hundred guns
Bitch you tryna fuck me or somethin'?
Hope you know what you comin' for to do
I get it how I live I don't got no regrets
Even when shit low I don't get upset
By any means closed mouths don't get fed
My motto every day just to get a bigger check
Stack it to the ceilin' we just 'bout them billions
Motherfuck a hand dog we get it from the muscle
I couldn't stand still man you know I had to bubble
Had to shut the demons up and had to stay out of trouble
Every man for theyself you gotta learn to hustle
All that cap you doin' don't make me bust your bubble
Just bought a Chevelle just a drive on Sunday
But I catch lick on a Hyundai actually all my niggas on gun play
Ayy big racks havin' that
Ricks ain't gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat' ooh
Yeah fuck the bitch have her mad
Paddy-wack nigga diss got 'em whacked move
Trackhawk the Hellcat bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy automatic tool
Yeah fifty drums a hundred guns
Bitch you tryna fuck me or somethin'?
Hope you know what you comin' for to do
